You Laugh

You Laugh

You laugh,
You think it's funny,
All those little slivers of scars that trace their arms;
You point at your own,
Carved by the cruel hand of life,
And say that those little scars are nothing,
That the pain they feel is nothing compared to the real pain that life brings.
But you've never felt the kind of pain that makes you wish it all goes away;
This pain,
This darkness,
This life.
You've never experienced the kind of pain that compels you to trace blades across your own skin,
Just in an attempt to escape.
The kind of pain that steals the breath of life out of a body long before they actually die.
You laugh,
Say that they're not trying hard enough,
And that you have all the answers in all the things they've never tried.
“Have you tried working out?
Running till you can go no further and collapse into bed at night to rest?
That's what I do whenever something makes me upset.
Just run it all out!”
Oh, we've tried,
But this pain you just can't run out.
It seeps into the bones and fills the heart with lead;
Turning it into something so painful, yet numb at the same time.
And rest?
We laugh at your ignorance,
There is no rest.
This pain haunts your dreams;
There is no escaping it,
It fills every nook,
Every cranny until there is nothing left,
And all you can do is laugh in the faces of those who keep fighting and keep saying “I'm not dead yet”.
How small of you;
Laughing at something so insidious that you can't even comprehend.
I hope to God that you never have to experience these daemons so inadequately labeled depression,
But I also hope to God that He will open your eyes to see and your heart to feel,
So that you do not become just another one of those daemons;
Tormenting world-weary souls till they come to the point that they can take no more,
And they make the decision that can never be undone.